hooker’s hooker

hearing: marvin hamlisch – the glove | mood: exhausted

happy new year. i can’t believe it’s already 2003. and i’m glad. good riddance to you, 2002. may you rest in peace for bringing me a year none too peaceful.

this year i’ve cared about my schooling. i figured out that if i do the best with what i have, it might make me happy. i know that money is very nice to have. i’m proud to say i’ve started a road to poverty by means of abusing ebay. my own apartment seems very much a reality. however, i have many less close friends than this time last year. everyone goes their separate ways, people grow up, and some do not. everything is so… different. someone finally figured out that we just want to be left alone. i think i’ve become a more creative person.

i went to the mountains for a week. and if i cared to tell you about my christmas, i would. my new years was nothing exciting either, spent while i was on vacation in north carolina. the most exciting thing that happened there were my trips to best buy. i got “sleepy hollow” and “the nightmare before christmas” on dvd, to compliment my new dvd player. matty gave me “the sting” and “lilo and stitch” as well, with a bunch of thoughtful gifts. i got enough money to buy the hair i’ve been lusting over for quite a while. it’s going to be black, purple, and blue. how exciting!

today i was expecting company, so i decided to serve up a nice lunch. all we had in the cupboard was diced tomatoes and uncooked pasta, so i made spaghetti. it turned out very nicely, except that then pan i made it in shed iron flakes all in the sauce. i was looking at it skeptically and noticed that i did not add black hunks of anything to the sauce. i threw the whole damn thing away and went out instead.

somebody buy me a time machine. oh, and hooray for pasties and trashy 1930’s new orleans jazz.

i spent three hours cleaning my room today and it’s still a rat’s nest. i threw away three boxes of stuff i never unpacked from when i moved. i threw away eight garbage bags full of things. i couldn’t even sell anything because everything was so damned lousy. talk about not feeling accomplished.


“oh c’mon jimmy, can’t he do it again?”

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